After that little hiccup, we decide to again go look for the goats a couple ridges over. We started up the first hill and Clint saw a termite mound and we decided to shoot an arrow at it. Clint went first and hit it squarely. His arrow laid across the face of the mound and I decided to aim at a spot a couple inches above his arrow. OOPS! I let go and SMACK, pieces of arrow went in two different directions. I had center-punched Clint's arrow and broke it in two.
After the apologies we continued on our way. I heard Clint mumbling something kind of under his breath about making Bisch go first the next time we go stump shooting!
We made it about halfway up the hill when all of a sudden we see two goats about 50 yds from us heading down the same hill we are on. We ducked down and watched them go down the hill to the same tank I had just missed the small white billy at. We turned around and made our way back down the hill to find a mob of goats with seeral nice billies and one huge one.
I could not get in front of them because it was too open but They were just behind the tank dam and I made my stalk behind and then up the dam.
Once again I made a great stalk to the dam. Once on top, I realized that the BIG billy was too far away but there was a beautiful brown billy still close enough. I waited for him to turn quartered away and then stood up and took a shot. OMG - right over his back and I missed again. Goats-3, Bisch-0!
We spent the rest of the day walking around and looking for more goats but it ws not to be. This was an absolutely amazing hunt in a truely beautiful place. Even though I could not hit one I had a great time chasing them around and was really proud of my stalking ability. I don't get to hunt that way a lot. Anyway I have my red stag hunt still to come next week so maybe I got all the misses out of the way, for this trip anyway.
Clint and Roxanne, I cannot thank you enough for taking me into your house and showing me such great hospitality! If you guys ever come to Texas we will hunt together again, my friend. And if I ever get back here, a Cape York pig hunt is definitely on the list!
Oh yeah, remember back in my first post where I said I had earned a new title? I almost forgot to let you all in on that one.
I am now known as:
"THE WORST GOAT HUNTER IN THE WORLD"
G'day mates and I'll check in again after the red deer hunt.
Bisch